, see the difference Come, let me show you How they control you, see the difference You'll notice the difference You'll notice the difference You'll soon make a difference
slave of your thoughts, all the time? Come, let me show you How they control you See the difference! You'll notice the difference You'll soon make a difference
Vertaling: Woede. Verschil.
it?s happening there It isn?t here?, and god appears to deal A different hand to different tiers
push Pull each other's hair Scratch, claw, bit 'em Throw 'em down Pin 'em So lost in the moments When you're in 'em It's the rage that took over It
promise that I'll run away with you, I'll run away with you" Spinning on that dizzy edge Kissed her face and kissed her head Dreamed of all the different
Diddy, Bob and Whitney I'm here 'cuz the Lord sent me pound push like a fugilist But I'm real devilish and freak that bad bitches, shit But you, a different
rushes over the shoreline The waves are gonna rise and rise Claiming all that is mine CHORUS: The rain is coming (I will give myself up) The rain is coming (I will not rage
step... [Verse 1] And ya don't stop, so I guess it's on once again The Natural Born Killaz in a zone again I'm different type of special men not known
, so good, so good, so good, so good My love is so good, so good, so good, so good, so good All I remember was smoking mirrors, making pictures, raging temper With him it's different
skies settled down pon? the floor my hands is clean and my hearts is pure being dribbled out of ruddad open up the door allow yahoos in rattled floorboards and things from different
shit I kick is real, never ever phony You spittin' cheesy lyrics like macaroni Call me if you only wanna sit down and write a jam That stands for somethin' Because my passion and rage
turn on the hood that made you To leave be afraid to the same streets that raised you Can aid you. What other black births came suit the rage up in harlem
me where we goin'? I'm Shorty the Pimp bitch, you goin' hoin' Fucked in the car with my pants and my jacket on Raged about the pussy, now I'm in the
rotten bowel runs I crave a heavy toll The deadringers sound the bell For all of you who fell I reap the field in rage You scream in mindless fear When
never did show no emotion My words are weapons I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record [Eminem] Yo, the rage
